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Vampyre
The solar approaches
down go
the canine encroachers .
A catacomb home
an underworld
of embossed , carved stone
a lowered , dull groan
thats drops to a hell town
tone
inside they lie
sleeping
unknown
unable to die
or ever grow .
If its a strong lunar night
back they go to their
place out of sight
a rebound of sol
impossible to fight
in tortured flamed pain
devours their flesh
by a burst of light
If the fire
grips them
it licks their
skin
and rips out all
and within
from the entire to a dire
skeleton
of a stripped skull thin
ribs charred
teeth clenched
and smouldering
to a death
tight grin .
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Published 19th Jan 2010
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